"Follow the point?" The demon lord frowned and was about to scold him, but suddenly he seemed to be worried about something, so he endured his anger back.

Seeing the corner of the Demon Lord's mouth hang down, Li Ya, who was observing his expression, immediately replied, "If you had not been forced to sacrifice yourself, how could you be allowed to pretend?"

"Li Ya." The Demon Lord glanced at Li Ya and then looked at Lin Suqing. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, "You are wearing a shark silk dress, you are the gentleman of Tianruiyuan."

"Not that."

"Tianrui Academy is practicing the laws of nature, so you may be able to calculate why the second prince of Danxue Mountain protects you so much?" asked the Demon Lord.

Lin Suqing could only guess that the Demon World caught him because the unextinguished fire that was "extinguished" by him was the demon god Chiyou. Perhaps... maybe it was also related to the "hell" blocked deep in his heart... The terrifying voice that seemed to come from hell is still fresh in his memory.

But I never expected that the first thing the Demon Lord asked straight to the point was related to the Lord...

"Since you are asking this, you must still have a different answer in your heart." Lin Suqing smiled, held his hand and said angrily, "I would like to hear it carefully."

"Boy, don't be crazy."

"It is my honor to be able to have an indispensable value in the heart of the Lord of One Realm, so I feel proud." How to hide my ignorance? Even if I use my own value.

In this world, you are not afraid of being exploited by others, you are afraid of having no use. Otherwise, you will be willing to die.

The Demon Lord smiled strangely and said, "How can you believe what others say? You might as well read it yourself."

After a word, the surrounding fire wall suddenly freezes into an ice wall, the ice breaks instantly, and the fragments quickly condense into four mirror-like ice surfaces, reflecting the three of them.

Just as Lin Suqing was observing the changes around him, Li Ya quietly flashed behind Lin Suqing and reached out to push him. Lin Suqing's back was subjected to force and immediately fell forward. With a whoosh, it seemed as if he had fallen into the ice mirrors.

Yes, as soon as he finally stood firm, he found that he was in a different place.

It was the ice and snow in the dream just now. The snow was covered with snow and boundless between the sky and the earth, which made Lin Suqing unable to open his eyes. The cold wind was like a knife, cutting his cheeks left a clear pain. The coldness here was bone-bone.

The heavy snow made the vision blur. Lin Suqing stood there, turned around and looked around. Unfortunately, they looked similar everywhere. Even the sky was the same color as the ground, and it was impossible to distinguish between east, west, south and north. Only a line of sight was cut off directly in front, which made him see the difference between it. There was a small hill.

It was also when Lin Suqing saw that small hill that suddenly felt that it seemed familiar to him, and he seemed to have been here before.

He walked there carefully step by step, becoming more and more familiar with it as he walked... Boom!

Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared, and the deafening God of Thunder suddenly fell. Then, a clear voice of a young man suddenly sounded from the sky.

"You have no way to escape." The voice is plain, but it is imposing!

The white sky was suddenly invaded by darkness, and countless dark clouds were seen rolling, coming in a pressing force, and the world became dark and dark.

The bright world was covered by the surging heavy clouds, and the sky was so sad that the earth was so dark.

Looking up, I suddenly realized that in the direction of the golden crow shining, there was a star like a burning fire. Ying Huo guarded his heart, and a disaster would come to the world.

"Didn't you promise to help me?" The answer was the voice of a beautiful woman.

The voices of this man and a woman are not from others, but from the Holy Lord Ziyin and the Holy Lord Ziye Yuanjun!

Lin Suqing didn't care about anything and hurriedly ran straight towards the hillside. However, it was blocked by a light wall from afar, so he could only look far away.

Still unable to see their faces clearly, she saw that Ziyin Shengjun's black hair was messy and the frosty clothes were stained with mottled blood, but there were no scars on her body.

"You count and count how many gods have you killed." The Lord said as usual, his voice was like a clear spring, and his waves were calm.

It turned out that it was all the blood splashed by the gods she had killed... Lin Suqing couldn't help but feel scared.

He once read in the collection of books on Kunlun Mountain that the gods killed by gods are much more complicated than the killing of mortals or demons. Their souls cannot go directly to the underworld, nor can they be reincarnated directly... Their souls after death have to return to chaos, and they can only be reunited after 49 days. After being fully condensed, they must go to the human world for seven lifetimes. Those seven lifetimes are not in the numerology. Therefore, whether they can return to the immortal class again depends on the fate of those seven lifetimes...

"You have made a big mistake and are guilty. Now you have come out of the Tianzhuo and killed the generals, slaughtering the 28th floor of the nine-level thirty-six heavens, destroying 71 of the 108 Heavenly Palace Treasure Halls..." The Holy Lord Ziyin was rarely emotional. He seemed to be heartbroken, but it was not the slaughtered gods, nor the heavenly palace halls.

"If I don't kill them, I can't save my child!" Midye Yuanjun said this, and she burst into tears.

Lin Suqing was surprised and couldn't help but recall the dream he had just now... If that big dream was related to reality, then... then why did he dream? Could it be that the Demon Lord deliberately made him dream?

"It's not that I don't help you, it's that I have to give an explanation to the heavens for the tribe." Ziyin Holy Lord spread his hands and handed Ziye Yuanjun a pill, "After taking it, follow me back to apologize."

"I spent tens of thousands of years of cultivation to put my child's soul back into my belly... But you, the uncle, handed a soul-transforming pill with your own hands?"

Miye Yuanjun looked at the pill and stroked her abdomen, crying without tears.

"One day in heaven, one year in the mortal world, I was pregnant for more than 300 years, and finally gave birth to my child. My nephew, his eyes were not open yet, and now there is only spiritual soul left, but you... you... I don't eat it! I won't go back with you!"

"If you don't eat, you will die."

"Then let the Heavenly Lord take my life away! He is my child and your relative, how can you be cruel?" Midye Yuanjun said heartbrokenly, "After taking the pill, he will turn into a pool of blood... he will be scattered... he will never save him... so cruel..."

"You know what his birth will bring."

Lin Suqing felt like he had seen this scene somewhere. He had a vague impression, and Miye Yuanjun's face suddenly flashed out of his mind...

Tears were hanging on her clear face, and crystal tears condensed on her eyelid feathers. When she trembled slightly, she dripped like pearls again.

"The child is clearly not at fault, but he was destined before he was born. But as a mother, I am unable to resolve it..." She only blamed herself for her efforts and could not give her a chance to survive.

She thought about it over and over again, put down the long sword that was standing in front of her, knelt down at the Holy Lord Ziyin, begging: "Ziyin, I beg you, I am willing to destroy my soul and comfort the people, and only ask you to let my child go."

"Who will let him go?"

...

It's really very familiar, it really seems like I've seen it before...

Lin Suqing looked up at the sky, looked at the red fire-like penalization star, and murmured to herself: "Ying Huo guards his heart, a disaster is coming..." In an instant, she heard Miya Yuanjun's crazy denial: "No, no, no, this is a celestial phenomenon that must have been created by the Emperor! This must be a false celestial phenomenon! It is impossible, I don't believe it... I don't believe it!" It turned out that she also saw the celestial phenomenon.

When she was feeling out of control, as if she was crazy, the Saint Lord Ziyin held the sword behind her back and walked towards Ziye Yuanjun. Just as she was about to approach, Ziye Yuanjun, who was suddenly coming to her senses, was shocked and immediately held the sword and stabbed it out in a flash. When she saw it again, it had already stabbed Ziyin Holy Lord Ziyin who was about to bend down to help her, and it stabbed her heart.

"You...why don't you hide?"

The Holy Lord Ziyin did not answer, but suddenly! In the blink of an eye, he held the hilt of the sword and lifted it upwards, slashing Ziye Yuanjun's neck...

Caught off guard, she widened her eyes in despair and incredible until the bright light gradually faded... She fell in the arms of the Holy Lord Ziyin, and blood silently dyed the white snow... A bright red on the white snow was shocking...

"Because you have to die."

The heavy snow was like a collapse, and the cold wind was like a knife, covering the voice of the Holy Lord Ziyin and his figures with Ziye Yuanjun.

...

Lin Suqing was shocked. He was stunned. He opened his mouth wide involuntarily. He wanted to yell for no reason, but he couldn't make any sound for a long time. After a long time, only one word was squeezed out from his dry throat.
Chapter completed!